The new leaves laugh in the sun,
And the petals fall on the orchard wall,
But for me the spring is done.
There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;
A delicate fabric of bird song
Floats in the air,
The smell of wet wild earth
Perhaps if Death is kind, and there can be returning,
We will come back to earth some fragrant night,
And take these lanes to find the sea, and bending
Breathe the same honeysuckle, low and white.
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